[ The light above her door casts heavy shadows upon them; for her, it accents her cheekbones, her jawline. After she speaks, she steps closer, obscuring the whole of what he may see of her.
...
He blinks. Her lips are soft upon his cheek. He doesn't move as she withdraws, and for the few seconds afterwards, should she be looking at him, she'll catch a rather unique expression: contemplative, quiet... then-- withdrawn.
He takes a step away from both her and the light. ]
She can't quite tell. He's very mysterious. Not necessarily dislike. Not insulted. Perhaps befuddled, which would suit him. Quietly, she admires him for more than a few moments before she decides she'd rather not make him uncomfortable. She opens her door just a bit before looking over her shoulder.]
Have a good night, Somnus.
[She wants to say 'let's do that again sometime,' but who knows when they'll have another masquerade. Or maybe she simply wants a new misadventure with him.]
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I will escort you home, and nothing more.
[ There is a finality in his tone. ]
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Yes, okay. That sounds good enough to me. I appreciate that you're escorting me home.
[Although she suspects he knows she doesn't really need him to.]
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Good night, Healer.
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Oh, uhm. Somnus, one more thing?
[She eyes him patiently, clasping her hands together. As ever, pressing her luck with the man.]
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That's all. Just another thank you for letting me spend the evening with you. I had a good time!
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...
He blinks. Her lips are soft upon his cheek. He doesn't move as she withdraws, and for the few seconds afterwards, should she be looking at him, she'll catch a rather unique expression: contemplative, quiet... then-- withdrawn.
He takes a step away from both her and the light. ]
You are welcome.
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She can't quite tell. He's very mysterious. Not necessarily dislike. Not insulted. Perhaps befuddled, which would suit him. Quietly, she admires him for more than a few moments before she decides she'd rather not make him uncomfortable. She opens her door just a bit before looking over her shoulder.]
Have a good night, Somnus.
[She wants to say 'let's do that again sometime,' but who knows when they'll have another masquerade. Or maybe she simply wants a new misadventure with him.]